Your kiss tastes
expensive,
like diamonds,
delicate,
nut set to impress.
Your heart in a state of undress
takes my hand,
and I'm led to a glass palace,
golden liquid sun
shines through the skylight.
Your kiss tastes
like the real thing,
not plastic imitation.
The roses sown
have natural perfume.
The air blooms
with their red glow
and into worship
I am thrown.
Your kiss tastes expensive.
One touch leaves me indebted,
more than I can ever afford,
more than money, no cashback reward.
All of my hopes and dreams poured
away
Your lips feel like velvet,
skin mulberry silk.
The way the light dances
across the surface,
like thick heavy milk,
It slides light fingers
through your hair,
Teasing around the necklace,
made of the finest pearls
you could wear.
Your kiss tastes expensive,
like the finest champagne
but one kiss would send me
plummeting down to earth again.
One touch of that liquor upon my lips,
even the merest little sip,
would send me to the pits of despair.
Your kiss, it is poison to me, I'd be left
completely broken, dead and beyond repair.
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